CAMELOT FANTASIES

From the smouldering coals
of a dead funeral pyre
Ghosts rise on the smoke
with the last of the fire
A new flame will rise
and burn only to fail
And be no more than ashes
at the end of the tale
It’s happened before
and will happen again
We hear the call of the light
and get drawn to the pain
In darkness we thrive
in daylight we burn
From darkness we came
and to darkness we return